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Diane Wakoski

…all of us are instruments recording the heart, playing its jealous and beautiful sounds, the mirror breaking and shattering past our tongues when the fire burns our skins. — Diane Wakoski, from “The Mirror of a Day Chiming Marigold,” Dancing on the Grave of a Son of a Bitch. (Black Sparrow Press,U.S.; New edition edition… Continue reading Diane Wakoski

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